I am a hypocrite.

I stole a balloon from the grocery store when I was little.

I ate all the ice cream from my Aunt and Uncle's house when I was house sitting and taking care of their bunny.

I have been rude, impolite, bratty, and downright mean on SEVERAL occasions to members of my family, including my husband.

I haven't done Visiting Teaching in several months. My excuse? I'm lazy.

I wanted to throw my glass of orange juice at the screen on a few talks during Conference.

I was an idiot and texted the wrong person the wrong text. I had to call and eat my words.

I want my daughter to grow up believing that clothes, and hair, and stuff don't make a person, but I love to dress her up in cute clothes, and I would love to spend an obscene amount of money on clothes and shoes myself.

I don't always try to be better than I am.

I watched Blue Collar Comedy Tour last week and haven't laughed that hard in a long time.

I have woken up in the past and thought that there is no point in going on.

I am selfish.

I ordered an iced tea (a no-no for us Mormons), thought better of it and got a lemonade instead. For hours afterward I still wished I had gotten the iced tea.

I like a piece of juicy gossip.

I don't always try and be better than I am.

I think crude humor (like Bob Barker beating up Adam Sandler) is a fantabulous way to mask deep pain on a day where the truth is I stood in the kitchen sobbing and coming to grips with the fact that my body rejects creation. What is really, really easy for some people is impossible for me. I have a difficult time dealing with that.

I have struggled almost my entire life with my membership in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

I interject the "real thing" when I hear people use the words "hecka", "fetch", and even "crap". Mostly in my head, but not always.

I am rarely as mature as I ought to be.

This list is just the tip of the iceberg.

I love God and my Savior.

Oh, yeah. And I also cuss on my blog.

Unless you already knew all of those things, you don't really KNOW me. You read my blog. If you really knew me you'd know that cussing as I type is WAY far down on the list of things I need to work on.

That being said, I have a huge amount of respect for someone with guts who is willing to say what they think (published and unpublished). That's what I (try to) do here. I type what I think. Not all of my thoughts are wholesome and pure, and I will be held accountable for all of it.